Max was telling Josie to relax. He was telling her that David sounded like anything but an island psycho, but what did he know? Did he have experience or something? Was he a Survival of the Fittest fanatic? One of those crazy kids that wore SOTF t-shirts to school and watched the different seasons of episodes on Megavideo in secret? "Okay, go over there and talk to him. If he shoves a weapon in your eyeball, don't say that I didn't warn ya. Island psychos... Ha!" She laughed bitterly and watched Max as he turned away and went over to David.
What an idiot. What an absolute and complete idiot, going over to that strange boy... But really, why was it idiotic? It wasn't really, Josie was just feeling particularly defiant. David was probably okay, Max was probably okay, everything was just damn peachy! It was just the light twinge of paranoia ebbing at the edge of her mind, nibbling on wires of sanity and logic and reason. She just wasn't sure.. Part of her wasn't really sure if anyone was out there killing at all. How did she know? She hadn't seen any bodies except for that drowned girl, and, to be completely honest, Josie could barely remember her name anymore. Was it Janet? Or was it Ema? Ema was the other girl, right?
Ugh, it was useless to think about.
But the point was, the only corpse Josie had the pleasure of seeing had been an accidental drowning. She hadn't seen the real serious stuff that she'd pictured, nothing that would cause her to shield her eyes and wimper under her breath. Was her paranoia justified or could she do well with letting her guard down a bit?
Realizing that maybe it would be okay to relax for a second, Josie let her shoulders slump as guilt sunk into her pores. Poor Max, she had been such a self-righteous bitch. She wanted to apologize, but he was gone, off to talk to David.
Josie was tempted to follow him, but her pride wouldn't allow that. Plus, she didn't want to leave Sierra's side. If she left Sierra, even for a minute, who knows what other crazies could arrive? Last time she left Sierra, that Max moron showed up, and she didn't need anymore Max's. Josie laughed at that thought. Who was she kidding, Max wasn't so terrible - she didn't even really know the guy. She was bitter, so so bitter.
Sierra stood up and stretched, but Josie merely gawked up at her, her hands wrapped around her knees. "Going somewhere?" she thought to herself, but Sierra spoke before Josie could open her lips. She wanted to get moving, and Josie agreed with her. They had been in the mountains for quite awhile, for such an uncomfortable while, and it would probably be best to leave and go somewhere else. "I don't want to stay either," Josie admitted, her eyes glancing back to where Max and David were standing.
"Where thould we go, though?"
And the red-haired girl shook her head, running a hand through her unwashed locks. She could only imagine that she looked like hell. Her carefully applied makeup was probably streaming down her face in greasy globs, her porcelain skin was pecked with acne marks, her hair chunky and unappealing... She wanted a bath, a mirror, some makeup, but Josie had none of that. Well, she did have makeup, but she didn't give two shits about it here on this island. Who the fuck cared about what you looked like in such a twisted game? And if you did care what you looked like, no one else would.
Still, going someplace with a mirror would be nice. She could tidy up a bit, go someplace where she didn't have to rough it. A building... "Maybe we should check out some of the buildings that the map has on it.. There's like, a lighthouse, a hall of mirrors, uhm.. a parish or something? We could go to one of those," she added weakly, but she could already see the cons. It was different being out in the open: If someone spotted you in the outdoors, you could run. You could hide or take cover or something. But indoors? There was nothing except locked doors and windows, no where to go, trapped. It sounded like a bad idea, and Josie realized this the second she said it. "I dunno, maybe not. I think everywhere's gunna suck," she said with a shrug.
Josie looked over at where Max and David were standing. They were still talking, but there wasn't any fighting going on, so everything was hunky dory. Josie and Sierra could ditch those bozos without them even realizing it, and this was perhaps the better outcome out of many. Max and David would probably fare better without the two females, but Josie still didn't feel quite so good about ditching Max and leaving the two guys behind. It was probably because Josie was bound to run into many other guys or gals, and those guys or gals could prove to be gun-toting assholes with an ego that decided to present itself the moment that a gun came into its possession.
But Max wasn't a killer, and presumably, neither was this David dude. Josie wanted to group with someone eventually, but leaving behind good prospects seemed like a bit of a waste. What if she never met a civil human again? What if everyone from here on out were sociopathic cannibal? Josie didn't exactly believe that to be the case, but it still felt wrong to just leave those two guys behind. She was defenseless after all, and she didn't have trouble admitting it.
"Alright, we'll leave, but let's tell that Max guy first. Maybe we could get him to.. travel with us. You know, travel in numbers. It's probably safer," she added, sounding almost self-conscious. She definitely was self-conscious, but only because her words sounded so uncharacteristically Josie. Josie never talked about hanging out in packs or traveling in numbers or anything. Josie was so solitary and single, and that's why she only had one friend. Because one friend was all that she needed. She didn't need three or five or ten or two-hundred. Just one was fine, and she was fine with that.
But Survival of the Fittest was not her typical social situation, so she reserved the right to nose out of the box a bit. "I'll go get him, and we'll see about getting out of here."
Straightening herself up, Josie left Sierra's side and walked the short distance over to Max and David. She tapped Max's shoulder and nodded politely at David. "Uh, hi. Listen, Sierra and I were going to leave. We've just been in these mountains for awhile, and, I, uh.." Tripping over her words again, no way to elegantly say that she didn't want to leave Max behind because Max could be useful and Josie was anything but useful. Finally, she managed to blurt out, "Travel together? I mean, you, us, and.. Uh." She looked at David. "We could be a .. group, I guess.." Her cheeks were glowing now. This felt so stupid!
She was tempted to turn around and run, but it was too late now.
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